Chapter 92: A Wish? Then why don’t you give me a kiss~
Wen Ran pulled Wen Song away.
He himself was not particularly concerned, but Wen Song beside him looked worried.
Frowning, Wen Song asked, “Grandfather, why aren’t you bringing Xue’er with us?”
Hearing his grandson’s question, Wen Ran felt an inexplicable irritation.
He replied gruffly, “What are you scared of? Xue’er has lived with the Wen family for over ten years, where would she run off to?”
Although he knew his grandson had never been particularly capable, the old man couldn’t help but scold him.
After all, he had struck Zhang Ze, ostensibly because of the Jiuhua Sect, but in others’ eyes, it seemed as if he was sticking up for his grandson.
How could Wen Ran, a fifth-rank powerhouse, be pleased with such a reputation? It left him a little disgruntled inside.
He reprimanded his grandson inwardly.
Why are you such a coward?
Why don’t you dare stand up to him?
He sighed. All his annoyance eventually dissipated in a breath.
…
“Damn—”
“Am I really about to die?”
He could hear nothing from outside.
But Zhang Ze’s mind was unusually active.
As he muttered internally, a sharp pain suddenly radiated from his chest.
His heartbeat grew weaker and weaker.
Luckily, he was wearing a mid-grade internal armor; otherwise, he would have dropped dead instantly.
Yet even with the armor, Zhang Ze faced a grave danger.
His heart had been shaken by a blow from the old master!
The armor had protected his heart from being shattered, but it was little consolation now.
Having endured too much, his heart now seemed unwilling to beat at all.
“What should I do?”
Zhang Ze pondered.
After considering every option, the only thing he could rely on was the system panel he’d brought with him.
“System—”
“Can you give me a new heart?”
He knew full well the system wasn’t intelligent, but facing death, Zhang Ze couldn’t help but joke.
Still, he was terrified of dying, and hurriedly browsed the functions of the system.
At last, his gaze settled on the lottery section.
“Whether I live or die now depends on whether the system delivers—”
As he thought this, his wealth points decreased by 648, leaving him with 10,846.
The lottery wheel began to spin.
Thank you for participating—
Thank you for participating—
…
The same result flashed eight or nine times in a row.
Just when Zhang Ze thought he would have to spend over eight hundred thousand RMB to buy a first-grade Strengthening Pill, the wheel suddenly flashed a streak of gold—
Well now!
Instantly, his spirits soared!
Even his heart seemed to beat more strongly for a moment.
“Congratulations, you have won a sixth-grade Heartguard Pill—”
The mechanical voice sounded, and Zhang Ze instantly recalled the relevant information.
…
After reaching the middle ranks, martial artists must temper their bones; but this process often affects the internal organs due to imprecise control of energy.
Especially when sixth-rank powerhouses temper their torso bones, there is a high risk of damaging the heart, which inevitably leaves hidden dangers over time.
A sixth-grade Heartguard Pill is specifically designed for this stage of tempering.
From this perspective, the system’s reward of a sixth-grade Heartguard Pill was truly life-saving for Zhang Ze!
Given his heart injury, the pill’s efficacy was obvious.
He didn’t have time to wonder whether the pill was a preset reward of the system or a special provision in response to his current predicament.
All Zhang Ze knew for certain was that he wouldn’t die now.
…
The Heartguard Pill produced by the system didn’t even give Zhang Ze a chance to look at it.
It immediately transformed into several streams of pure energy, gently wrapping his battered heart.
It seemed that Zhang Ze had narrowly escaped death at Wen Ran’s hands.
The Heartguard Pill from the system lottery played a vital role, but the mid-grade internal armor was equally crucial!
Without its protection, he never would have had the chance to take the pill.
Wen Ran, a fifth-rank powerhouse, could have crushed Zhang Ze’s heart in an instant!
That’s why Wen Ran didn’t wait for Zhang Ze’s death before leaving.
After all, who would expect a second-rank martial artist to possess mid-grade internal armor?
The blame lay with Duan Hong for being so generous—he had “given” Zhang Ze that armor.
And if the armor wasn’t enough, now Zhang Ze had a sixth-grade Heartguard Pill, wasn’t that just cheating?
…
*Cough cough—*
As the pill’s energy was absorbed, the shock to Zhang Ze’s heart was nearly healed.
He coughed lightly and slowly opened his eyes.
Upon seeing Zhang Ze awaken, Ren Xue’er and Cai Hu’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Good heavens! A fifth-rank powerhouse didn’t manage to kill you?
Their shock was momentarily set aside.
Ren Xue’er suddenly thought of something, her voice trembling with tears as she quickly asked, “Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?”
Zhang Ze was a bit confused by her question at first, but soon realized what she meant.
You think I’m experiencing a last burst of consciousness before dying, don’t you?
He felt helpless and secretly disdainful, thinking that maybe this pretty girl wasn’t very bright.
But a sly look flashed in his eyes, and Zhang Ze feigned weakness, saying, “I... I want you... I want you to kiss me...”
To convey his dying state, Zhang Ze dragged his words out dramatically.
Ren Xue’er was first stunned by his request, but didn’t hesitate for long—perhaps afraid Zhang Ze might suddenly die.
*Smooch—*
With tears in her eyes, she kissed Zhang Ze’s cheek.
Though they had known each other for only a day, this girl had kissed Zhang Ze twice now.
Cai Hu beside them suddenly realized something, and at this point, he no longer felt sorry for Zhang Ze.
Damn! Who thinks about flirting when they’re about to die?
…
But Zhang Ze was not content.
He still wanted more.
He feigned weakness and said to Ren Xue’er, “I... I want to hear... you say Zhang Ze is handsome, and that you... you like me...”
He hadn’t thought that far before.
But as soon as Zhang Ze finished, Ren Xue’er’s pretty face turned cold, and she pinched his waist hard.
“Ah—”
Zhang Ze cried out in pain and sprang right up from the bed.
“I’m dying, and you’re still so rough with me?”
“Heh—”
Ren Xue’er’s eyes were full of grievance, and she turned away, ignoring him.
…
“Brother Ze—”
“You’re okay now?”
Though he’d suspected it earlier, Cai Hu was still deeply shocked.
“Ha—”
“Lucky for me, someone gave me this mid-grade internal armor. Otherwise, I’d really be dead.”
As he spoke, Zhang Ze unzipped his jacket to reveal the pale red soft armor.
“Hmph—”
Ren Xue’er snorted, “You might fool them once, but can you fool them a second or third time?”
Though her words were tinged with resentment, Zhang Ze and Cai Hu knew she was kindly reminding them.
“Huzi—”
“I say, we can’t stay in Qingfeng Old Town any longer.”
Zhang Ze looked at Cai Hu, probing.
Cai Hu frowned, unable to let go of the fact that he hadn’t found the cultist who killed his father.
Seeing Cai Hu’s silence, Zhang Ze didn’t press further.
Ren Xue’er softly asked, “You two came to Qingfeng Old Town looking for someone?”
“Yes—”
“Looking for my father’s killer!”